The Triple Tall, Nonfat, Brown Sugar Global Macchiato of Change
Thank you sir! May I have another?
Sitting in never-moving traffic just south of Seattle, I decided to read about global climate death for about the 35th time. Why? Probably because my truck doesn’t run on the solar-powered highway system of the Homeland. I think it actually runs on jobs created for the over-taxed oil industry. Which if I’ve been hearing my news from Al Roker correctly — this is also a problem for Walmart?
Apparently, by the time our offspring have adapted to the GMO laden foodstuffs we’ve been feeding them in grade school since 1995…charter schools won’t have any kids left on dry ground to steal public funding from anyway.
Hey look at that! I’ve moved just over 3ft closer to Seattle…which if my 5th grade teacher in Indiana had been correct, we’d now be about a meter further along the road to communism than never before.
If there was a God, she’d probably allow WSU to beat Udub in the Apple Cup. If there were a higher power, it probably never would have allowed us to build places like Hanford, Leavenworth, or Allah forbid…Asotin.
My sugary infused milk with juuuuussst a hint of coffee is now gone. I must have moved at least another meter closer to my doom. Hell, by the time I get to where I’m going, it’ll be time to turn around and drive slowly back to the doom I came from…one communist meter at a time.
The Vigilant Lens 
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